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The little drummer boy....

He played this beat for you!?

But you could not hear

Still, he kept rapping upon that drum ~

Even as the salty tears they did flow

Standing all alone?

While the Heavens rains, began to pour....

Yet, still, he played ~

With somber upon his face

As the world about him

Continued to fade away?!

Drumsticks made of flames....

And Angels, that often sang 

The tunes of tomorrows, beginnings ~

Amid, todays, shades!?

He played and he played and he played

But no one wished to dance

Because no one could hear or, see

Nor, did they ever understand....

Standing all alone?

They laughed while he stood

Watching, the mountains melting into the sea

The stars, waving their forever goodbyes

To the shadows, upon the rise....

Beating his drum, to these end of days?!

Creation unknowing bathed, amid their moment

Frolicking within the merriments

Beneath this blinking Sun ~

Living, but dying....

Holding tightly these, evaporating dreams!?

But still, he played; rap tap tap

As the end of tears; rain would fall

Yet, again, they could not see nor, did they hear 

So, how could they have ever known?!

Though some did; oh, how they loved him so....

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....The little drummer boy ~






Note: Smile ~ Just another repo; Winter 06' & 07'....
"Pride In The Name of Love," by U2 ~ "Love," John!:) ~

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